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I think my joy is always eluding me. I often get so caught up in what I have to do, what I must do, that my joy sort of goes out the window. I don’t know where it goes but it isn’t here.
I’ve also tasted acute pain and loss, a taste that doesn’t leave you, but taints your existence - a firebrand burned into flesh. I choose the moment I let that pain overwhelm me, and sometimes I abandon myself to that silent scream of anguish and recall, and after it is over I feel grateful for surviving love and pain and loss and find joy in coming back round for some more. It lives in family dinners with friends, in Christmas parties, in road trips, in long talks over glasses of wine, in seeing how the world has become 2nd hand bags kinder in the last 30 years.

I am probably one of the oldest mothers of a 6 month old baby but l am incredibly proud and l really don’t know what l have done to deserve such a beautiful daughter. You really have to see her smile, she melts the sternest of faces. She was born in Tbilisi and is partly Georgian/ partly British and partly Australian in whatever way she chooses.
Even better if I can scream out the words without embarrassment because I’m just one voice among the throng of music lovers. For the better part of my adult life, I have had a difficult and scarring battle with addiction. It at times has left me isolated from family, many lost friendships, homelessness, desperation, sadness, loneliness and pain. People speak of a rock bottom, as if it was a singular thing.

As you say, the lowest places are often a breeding ground for the most powerful emotions of all. In our shared experiences of those fundamental feelings, we are joined, and so joyful. I recall a long hike I recently took alone in the mountains outside the city.
JoyOn the firstOn the treeWe carvedCarved our names With joy.In a trenchOn Brighton's rockeryOn tramp linenAnd in full sunMoon.The trains signalOur communion.A crawling groundCrawling in your golden locksA golden river of rocksWork my millStill. It is everywhere, mysterious, unknowable except for glimpses now and again, and the primary motivator for discovering the why and how of what on earth is going on! The truth is that joy finds you, you don't seek it.
Industry folk flock to Bruce for the best; Comme des Garçons, Issey Miyake, Acne Studios, Miu Miu–it’s all here. Not for the bargain hunter however, with price tags from low hundreds up to thousands–but for some of the hardest-to-find pieces at a fraction of the retail price–it’s worth a peruse (on payday). Celebrate your wins with a vino at neighbour Marion afterward. From San Francisco to Melbourne, Savers is the OG American thrift store making secondhand accessible on a global scale, while sourcing locally in each location. Speaking of, if you donate before you shop you’ll score a discount card to make an already cheap spot more spending savvy, so the hardest part is having any space left in your trolley. Our pre-loved range features garments from esteemed designers such as Bec and Bridge, Camilla and Marc, and Zimmermann.

People and conversations dole it out in tiny increments, but just enough to appreciate them. It's a single moment of harmony in a song, or a dog rolling on its back to show its belly. A moment of intimacy that could be as sweet and harmless as a smile with my partner. A fragile step forward after a moment of grief. Dammit, I can't put my finger on it, but I know it's there.
Afternoon thunder storms in Johannesburg. My extended family all live in Johannesburg and I have recently moved to another province. I miss them very much and being in their company always brings me joy. Shared laughs bring me joy, although the real thing can be rare to find.

And to literally call her on the phone every day and talk to her. Or big things, like going on fun adventures together. Taking her on fun little excursions. Pointing to a cow and saying cowwww. Making up words and then using them for years in our own special vocabulary that leaves people scratching their heads. I know someday I won’t have the ability to do these things with her anymore, so I savor every moment.
It's not that I don't experience joy now. It's just different and fleeting. I feel like I have to plan the joy when, in reflection, the most joy I have is when it isn't planned; it's a spontaneous moment that I least expect. Hearing a song by an unknown artist that affects me in ways I haven't been in a while. Taking a nap on a screened-in porch with a cool breeze.

You see, this seems like a scientific method for finding joy, and perhaps irrelevant to the question, because of course joy can’t be equated to a soccer cleat, or the missing setlist. When you say simple joys escape you, perhaps these are just not things that you have envisioned as a source? And if you delve into the “simplicity” maybe it’s not that simple at all. Perhaps that which we seek for joy becomes too complex to possibly exist. A pure relief from sorrow, and grief. Maybe we can start to envision joy in the obtainable.
I expect - or maybe just want to believe - that you, like me, are an over-empath.Despite an extraordinary life that I have led, with more ups than downs, with incredible luck and phenomenal privilege, I experience the world as a very painful place. The seemingly most contented and often "happy" people I came across were often the poorest, the most downtrodden and those who often suffered so much. For example, the poorest people, living in Afghanistan, Libya, Lebanon, Syria, Indonesia, Vietnam and so on. Paradoxically, it was in these countries that I met the humans who seemed the least burdened by fears, hate and complaints about what they didn't have.I stopped trying to obtain "joy" by consuming many, many years ago (we are almost the same age).
I often think that joy is the creative spirit flourishing. Perhaps nobodyhood is the opposite of this? Rick Rubin has said that success is in the execution of  an idea. I think though, that joy and success are embedded in the idea received. That is the spark that connects us.